the queen of hearts-第3部分

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When　Jessie　left　school　the　first　difficulty　presented　itselfin
other　words；　the　necessity　arose　of　fulfilling　the　conditions　of
the　will。　At　that　time　I　was　already　settled　at　The　Glen　Tower；
and　her　living　six　weeks　in　our　dismal　solitude　and　our　humdrum
society　was；　as　she　herself　frankly　wrote　me　word；　quite　out　of
the　question。　Fortunately；　she　had　always　got　on　well　with　her
uncle　and　his　family；　so　she　exerted　her　liberty　of　choice；　and；
much　to　her　own　relief　and　to　mine　also；　passed　her　regular　six
weeks　of　probation；　year　after　year；　under　Mr。　Richard
Yelverton's　roof。

During　this　period　I　heard　of　her　regularly；　sometimes　from　my
fellow…guardian；　sometimes　from　my　son　George；　who；　whenever　his
military　duties　allowed　him　the　opportunity；　contrived　to　see
her；　now　at　her　aunt's　house；　and　now　at　Mr。　Yelverton's。　The
particulars　of　her　character　and　conduct；　which　I　gleaned　in　this
way；　more　than　sufficed　to　convince　me　that　the　poor　major's　plan
for　the　careful　training　of　his　daughter's　disposition；　though
plausible　enough　in　theory；　was　little　better　than　a　total
failure　in　practice。　Miss　Jessie；　to　use　the　expressive　common
phrase；　took　after　her　aunt。　She　was　as　generous；　as　impulsive；
as　light…hearted；　as　fond　of　change；　and　gayety；　and　fine
clothesin　short；　as　complete　and　genuine　a　woman　as　Lady
Westwick　herself。　It　was　impossible　to　reform　the　〃Queen　of
Hearts；〃　and　equally　impossible　not　to　love　her。　Such；　in　few
words；　was　my　fellow…guardian's　report　of　his　experience　of　our
handsome　young　ward。

So　the　time　passed　till　the　year　came　of　which　I　am　now
writingthe　ever…memorable　year；　to　England；　of　the　Russian　war。
It　happened　that　I　had　heard　less　than　usual　at　this　period；　and
indeed　for　many　months　before　it；　of　Jessie　and　her　proceedings。
My　son　had　been　ordered　out　with　his　regiment　to　the　Crimea　in
1854；　and　had　other　work　in　hand　now　than　recording　the　sayings
and　doings　of　a　young　lady。　Mr。　Richard　Yelverton；　who　had　been
hitherto　used　to　write　to　me　with　tolerable　regularity；　seemed
now；　for　some　reason　that　I　could　not　conjecture；　to　have
forgotten　my　existence。　Ultimately　I　was　reminded　of　my　ward　by
one　of　George's　own　letters；　in　which　he　asked　for　news　of　her；
and　I　wrote　at　once　to　Mr。　Yelverton。　The　answer　that　reached　me
was　written　by　his　wife：　he　was　dangerously　ill。　The　next　letter
that　came　informed　me　of　his　death。　This　happened　early　in　the
spring　of　the　year　1855。

I　am　ashamed　to　confess　it；　but　the　change　in　my　own　position　was
the　first　idea　that　crossed　my　mind　when　I　read　the　news　of　Mr。
Yelverton's　death。　I　was　now　left　sole　guardian；　and　Jessie
Yelverton　wanted　a　year　still　of　coming　of　age。

By　the　next　day's　post　I　wrote　to　her　about　the　altered　state　of
the　relations　between　us。　She　was　then　on　the　Continent　with　her
aunt；　having　gone　abroad　at　the　very　beginning　of　the　year。
Consequently；　so　far　as　eighteen　hundred　and　fifty…five　was
concerned；　the　condition　exacted　by　the　will　yet　remained　to　be
performed。　She　had　still　six　weeks　to　passher　last　six　weeks；
seeing　that　she　was　now　twenty　years　oldunder　the　roof　of　one
of　her　guardians；　and　I　was　now　the　only　guardian　left。

In　due　course　of　time　I　received　my　answer；　written　on
rose…colored　paper；　and　expressed　throughout　in　a　tone　of　light；
easy；　feminine　banter；　which　amused　me　in　spite　of　myself。　Miss
Jessie；　according　to　her　own　account；　was　hesitating；　on　receipt
of　my　letter；　between　two　alternativesthe　one；　of　allowing
herself　to　be　buried　six　weeks　in　The　Glen　Tower；　the　other；　of
breaking　the　condition；　giving　up　the　money；　and　remaining
magnanimously　contented　with　nothing　but　a　life…interest　in　her
father's　property。　At　present　she　inclined　decidedly　toward
giving　up　the　money　and　escaping　the　clutches　of　〃the　three
horrid　old　men；〃　but　she　would　let　me　know　again　if　she　happened
to　change　her　mind。　And　so；　with　best　love；　she　would　beg　to
remain　always　affectionately　mine；　as　long　as　she　was　well　out　of
my　reach。

The　summer　passed；　the　autumn　came；　and　I　never　heard　from　her
again。　Under　ordinary　circumstances；　this　long　silence　might　have
made　me　feel　a　little　uneasy。　But　news　reached　me　about　this　time
from　the　Crimea　that　my　son　was　woundednot　dangerously；　thank
God；　but　still　severely　enough　to　be　　la　id　upand　all　my
anxieties　were　now　centered　in　that　direction。　By　the　beginning
of　September；　however；　I　got　better　accounts　of　him；　and　my　mind
was　made　easy　enough　to　let　me　think　of　Jessie　again。　Just　as　I
was　considering　the　necessity　of　writing　once　more　to　my
refractory　ward；　a　second　letter　arrived　from　her。　She　had
returned　at　last　from　abroad；　had　suddenly　changed　her　mind；
suddenly　grown　sick　of　society；　suddenly　become　enamored　of　the
pleasures　of　retirement；　and　suddenly　found　out　that　the　three
horrid　old　men　were　three　dear　old　men；　and　that　six　weeks'
solitude　at　The　Glen　Tower　was　the　luxury；　of　all　others；　that
she　languished　for　most。　As　a　necessary　result　of　this　altered
state　of　things；　she　would　therefore　now　propose　to　spend　her
allotted　six　weeks　with　her　guardian。　We　might　certainly　expect
her　on　the　twentieth　of　September；　and　she　would　take　the
greatest　care　to　fit　herself　for　our　society　by　arriving　in　the
lowest　possible　spirits；　and　bringing　her　own　sackcloth　and　ashes
along　with　her。

The　first　ordeal　to　which　this　alarming　letter　forced　me　to
submit　was　the　breaking　of　the　news　it　contained　to　my　two
brothers。　The　disclosure　affected　them　very　differently。　Poor
dear　Owen　merely　turned　pale；　lifted　his　weak；　thin　hands　in　a
panic…stricken　manner；　and　then　sat　staring　at　me　in　speechless
and　motionless　bewilderment。　Morgan　stood　up　straight　before　me；
plunged　both　his　hands　into　his　pockets；　burst　suddenly　into　the
harshest　laugh　I　ever　heard　from　his　lips；　and　told　me；　with　an
air　of　triumph；　that　it　was　exactly　what　he　expected。

〃What　you　expected？〃　I　repeated；　in　astonishment。

〃Yes；〃　returned　Morgan；　with　his　bitterest　emphasis。　〃It　doesn't
surprise　me　in　the　least。　It's　the　way　things　go　in　this
worldit's　the　regular　moral　see…saw　of　good　and　evilthe　old
story　with　the　old　end　to　it。　They　were　too　happy　in　the　garden
of　Edendown　comes　the　serpent　and　turns　them　out。　Solomon　was
too　wisedown　comes　the　Queen　of　Sheba；　and　makes　a　fool　of　him。
We've　been　too　comfortable　at　The　Glen　Towerdown　comes　a　woman；
and　sets　us　all　three　by　the　ears　together。　All　I　wonder　at　is
that　it　hasn't　happened　before。〃　With　those　words　Morgan
resignedly　took　out　his　pipe；　put　on　his　old　felt　hat　and　turned
to　the　door。

〃You're　not　going　away　before　she　comes？〃　exclaimed　Owen；
piteously。　〃Don't　leave　usplease　don't　leave　us！〃

〃Going！〃　cried　Morgan；　with　great　contempt。　〃What　should　I　gain
by　that？　When　destiny　has　found　a　man　out；　and　heated　his
gridiron　for　him；　he　has　nothing　left　to　do；　that　I　know　of；　but
to　get　up　and　sit　on　it。〃

I　opened　my　lips　to　protest　against　the　implied　comparison
between　a　young　lady　and　a　hot　gridiron；　but；　before　I　could
speak；　Morgan　was　gone。

〃Well；〃　I　said　to　Owen；　〃we　must　make　the　best　of　it。　We　must
brush　up　our　manners；　and　set　the　house　tidy；　and　amuse　her　as
well　as　we　can。　The　difficulty　is　where　to　put　her；　and；　when
that　is　settled；　the　next　puzzle　will　be；　what　to　order　in　to
make　her　comfortable。　It's　a　hard　thing；　brother；　to　say　what
will　or　what　will　not　please　a　young　lady's　taste。〃

Owen　looked　absently　at　me；　in　greater　bewilderment　than
everopened　his　eyes　in　perplexed　considerationrepeated　to
himself　slowly　the　word　〃tastes〃and　then　helped　me　with　this
suggestion：

〃Hadn't　we　better　begin；　Griffith；　by　getting　her　a　plum…cake？〃

〃My　dear　Owen；〃　I　remonstrated；　〃it　is　a　grown　young　woman　who　is
coming　to　see　us；　not　a　little　girl　from　school。〃

〃Oh！〃　said　Owen；　more　confused　than　before。　〃YesI　see；　we
couldn't　do　wrong；　I　supposecould　we？if　we　got　her　a　little
dog；　and　a　lot　of　new　gowns。〃

There　was；　evidently；　no　more　help　in　the　way　of　advice　to　be
expected　from　Owen　than　from　Morgan　himself。　As　I　came　to　that
conclusion；　I　saw　through　the　window　our　old　housekeeper　on　her
way；　with　her　basket；　to　the　kitchen…garden；　and　left　the　room　to
ascertain　if　she　could　assist　us。

To　my　great　dismay；　the　housekeeper　took　even　a　more　gloomy　view
than　Morgan　of　the　approaching　event。　When　I　had　explained　all
the　circumstances　to　her；　she　carefully　put　down　her　basket；
crossed　her　arms；　and　said　to　me　in　slow；　deliberate；　mysterious
tones：

〃You　want　my　advice　about　what's　to　be　done　with　this　young
woman？　Well；　sir；　here's　my　advice：　Don't　you　trouble　your　head
about　her。　It　won't　be　no　use。　Mind；　I　tell　you；　it　won't　be　no
use。〃

〃What　do　you　mean？〃

〃You　look　at　this　place；　sirit's　more　like　a　prison　than　a
house；　isn't　it？　You；　look　at　us　as　lives　in　it。　We've　got
（saving　your　presence）　a　foot　apiece　in　our　graves；　haven't　we？
When　you　was　young　yourself；　sir；　what　would　you　have　done　if
they　had　shut　you　up　for　six　weeks　in　such　a　place　as　this；　among
your　grandfathers　and　grandmothers；　with　their　feet　in　the
grave？〃

〃I　really　can't　say。〃

〃I　can；　sir。　You'd　have　run　away。　_She'll_　run　away。　Don't　you
worry　your　head　about　hershe'll　save　you　the　trouble。　I　tell
you　again；　she'll　run　away。〃

With　those　ominous　words　the　housekeeper　took　up　her　basket；
sighed　heavily；　and　left　me。

I　sat　down　under　a　tree　quite　helpless。　Here　was　the　whole
responsibility　shifted　upon　my　miserable　shoulders。　Not　a　lady　in
the　neighborhood　to　whom　I　could　apply　for　assistance；　and　the
nearest　shop　eight　miles　distant　from　us。　The　toughest　case　I
ever　had　to　conduct；　when　I　was　at　the　Bar；　was　plain　sailing
compared　with　the　difficulty　of　receiving　our　fair　guest。

It　was　absolutely　necessary；　however；　to　decide　at　once　where　she
was　to　sleep。　All　the　rooms　in　the　tower　were　of　stonedark；
gloomy；　and　cold　even　in　the　summer…time。　Impossible　to　put　her
in　any　one　of　them。　The　only　other　alternative　was　to　lodge　her
in　the　little　modern　lean…to；　which　I　have　already　described　as
being　tacked　on　to　the　side　of　the　old　building。　It　contained
three　cottage…rooms；　and　they　might　be　made